It took a while for the pain to hit, but when when it did, it came upon her like a crashing wave. She was normally more resilient, being accident prone required it of her, but after her recent fall, her body could only take so much.
"It's... fine..." she said using his own words. The shock still hadn't worn off, and she was stunned she wasn't berated in the slightest for knocking over his stall. And though his hands was moving up her arm with the upmost professionalism, the impropriety of it all wasn't lost on her. She couldn't help the flush creeping up her skin, but refrained from commenting. He had gone over a particularly sore spot, so she grimaced instead. "A molten colored bruise forming there anytime soon. Don't worry. These things happen to me all the time," she joked drawing her tattered sleeve, in effect covering the wound from further scrutiny. She wouldn't want him to feel like he was to blame for any of this.
"Thank you. I can't tell you enough how I'm really sorry I am," she said, apologizing again. "And if you won't let me pay for my mess, then I insist on some form of compensation," she reached for several coins she had and pressed them into his hands. "Please, take these," she said, closing his hands over them, "It's the least that I can do."